Category: Guest Writer


Saving Ruth


Hello!
A damsel brought an interesting story as an offering and today, we feast.
Warm welcome to Oluchi as she takes the helm today!
Enjoy.

SAVING RUTH

I knew that something bad had happened when Melissa barged into our chemistry class agitated, trying to control her stammering as incomprehensible words came pouring out of her mouth. She was trembling and tried to hold herself up, gripping with her left hand a rusty bar handle connected to the wall by the door. Mrs Aide looked up at me, and then at Melissa when her words started to make sense.

“It’s Ru.. Ruth. Sh.. She’s g-g-going to jump! She’s at the roof top and sh-sh-she’s going t-t-to jump!”

It felt like I would have a bowel movement the moment I stood up from the wooden chair I had been plastered to for the past hour, but I fought the urge to run into the restroom for fear of letting another delicate moment slip by. I could feel everybody’s reaction in the room, how their roaming eyes finally came to find solace on me. It’s obvious what I must do, I thought as I made my way quickly through the jam-packed chairs, avoiding the barrage of scouring curious eyes that followed my movement. I fought surprisingly for air which seemed to be lacking in the classroom all of a sudden. It was yet another day, another hour to allow my thoughts be completely overshadowed by Ruth’s being.

I did not bother to catch a glimpse of anyone staring or solicit their help because I knew they would only avoid my gaze like shrinking cowards. Our classmates had become accustomed a caitiff lifestyle when it came to dealing with Ruth, who could now be identified as the girl with “many problems”. They were so completely void of the mental bravery it took to read her foreign character so because it was easier, they avoided her like a deadly taboo instead. Had Ruth not been the type to sit at the back of the class and pay attention to no one but the lines in the books she studied so profoundly, maybe she would have more friends. Had she not been so obsessed with her solitude and launched a safe spot at the very end of the cafeteria to eat quietly like a little mouse, had she been like every other normal girl in class – then maybe they would have embraced her. She was still the smartest girl I had ever met and had a mind so easy to get lost in because it went on forever. After years of having to deal with listening to contents of her suicidal thoughts, I could not believe It was finally coming to reality. (Actually I could, I would be crazy to act surprised). It almost felt like I had waited and primed myself for this day.

The whole class was right behind me as I ran down the hall way and it was certainly not because they cared. Our blue checkered dresses flapped quietly behind us as we made our way down the corridor, shoes click-clacking noisily against the hard concrete floors. I went up the stairs as fast as I could, hoping over extra steps to increase my pace and simultaneously trying to null out the queasy whispering voices behind me. I would have turned around to ask that everyone shut their mouth up had it not been for the way my heart banged with worry and my head spun with confusion. Why would Ruth do this to me today?

I got to the top of the roof and pushed the door open. A generous puff of dust rose and clouded my vision along with that of the twenty other girls behind me. I heard a couple of people cough lightly as I walked right through the wall of dust that stood as a barrier between me and the girl whose body outline I could now make out. Her hair that was neatly cornrowed to the back in five sections glistened against the sunlight and her glasses sat uncomfortable on her nose like an unbalanced see-saw  Her slender neck grew an inch longer when she exhaled nervously and turned around carefully on the constricting cement ridge that created a barrier between the roof and the open 10 feet below us. I studied her skinny body, the way her arms folded across her chest as if she were cold or in want of a hug. Her eyes caught my attention and I remembered the disconcerting nickname she had gotten from our classmates, “the frog princess”. They were an oval bulging of irrevocable beauty that could see past the physical, and so they sat gracefully beneath her dark scruffy eyebrows. I couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t come to recognize how unnaturally beautiful her perceived ugly was.

We were both 15 and in high school. She was everything that I wasn’t and that was okay. I had been willing to accept her that way so I wondered for a minute why she would resort to this. Was I not good enough?

I walked up to her and in a bold step of faith raised my arm up, my hand extended as I beckoned for hers with pleading eyes. There was no rue in hers like there usually would be when she talked about self-destruction and made me upset. This time, it was dark and completely flushed. And I could not read it.

“Come down. Please. We can work this out. Whatever it is, we can talk about it. I am here for you.”

“No.” she shook her head slowly and then unfolded her arm, letting them fall to her side before lifting her right arm to show me her wrist. On it were little horizontal scrapes heavy with concealed stories from her past, days when she found comfort in hurting and healing under the cuts of her razor blade. There was a new bruise and I could tell it was barely a day old. The effect of seeing it again made my body feel like it was being pulled down to the earth by gravity.

“Please..” my voice trailed off all of a sudden and I was short of words. It was unusual and very unlikely that something like this would happen to me but I had truly not had anything else to say. Somehow I had managed to use up all the little tricks (I shouldn’t call them tricks) in my books and I was left with nothing. My mind had become a hollow land for little unwanted demons to dance in and I felt like they were mocking me. I felt defeated but I knew that I had to save Ruth again, from herself and from the rest of the world. She would one day prove to them that she was more than just a displaced eldritch; she was smart and funny and could make beautiful rainbows out of skittles.

And so I did what most people would not have expected me to do. I heard Mrs Aide’s midget outcry when I made to climb onto the ridge and stand with Ruth. It was so narrow that I wondered how I would manage to get on there and still maintain a calm conduct. Ruth looked panic-stricken as she watched me mount steadily, my whole body a spiral of trembles. She told me to stop, urged me to go back down. I told her no. I was assertive or at least I tried to sound like it.

“What’s it going to be Ruth? If you’re sure this is what you want, I am one hundred percent on your side. But you gotta be sure. And I’ll do this with you. Like I always promised. I’ll always be here for you.”

“Why are you doing this?” her eyes welled up. “Don’t do this.”

“I would do this, and a whole lot more. I would do anything for you.”

I held on to her for support and hoped the steady physical bond we had now created would grant me some sort of mental stability as well. I was now swimming in a well of trepidation and imagined my classmates to be little starved alligators waiting to devour me. Devour us. Give up now Ruth, i thought to myself. You have to save us now.

I was waiting for her to give in. The whole class was in a bubble of chaos now. I saw a girl, Sarah, fall lazily unto the ground and remain there motionless. It took me a minute to realize she had just fainted. Timid Lara went to the corner of the worn out wall that led back into the school and sat on the floor to cry. There seemed to be a lot of disarray and sensed anxiety from this group that once treated my friend like an unwanted pariah. I wanted to blame them for this and for everything. Mrs Aide was now shouting on the phone, supposedly to a man that identified himself as the head of security. I couldn’t make out her words, I couldn’t make out anyone’s thoughts. I didn’t want to care about anyone of them at that point. I just wanted my friend down and safe.

“I’m tired. I’m tired of it all. I don’t want to live in this world anymore. Please”

The way she begged me to let her do as she pleased, to let her die at the hands of these monsters made me angry. I wanted her to know I was worth staying back for, no matter how selfish that sounded, I wanted her to love me enough to want to be alive for me.

“Then we go together. You and I. We go now. We jump now and all this is over. But you can’t go without me. Do as you please but take me with you.”

Good. I saw her shaking her head and I knew that this would all be over soon. A gentle breeze blew across our faces, and then a little stronger but I clung tight to her and tried not to look down. I could now hear the sound of obnoxious distracting voices from the bottom. I could make out a woman’s deep-chested screaming like a mother hen who just lost her babies. There was a lot of racket around us now from different angles – from every corner that surrounded us. The security guards had arrived, three lousy looking scrawny men charred from the burning rays of our hot sun and sweating like labouring African slaves. They sounded so barbaric that I could not make out a word of what they were saying. My eyes were fixed on Ruth.

“Let’s come down.” she said.

I had agreed. I mean, I remember nodding my head in agreement as a pool of tears finally let loose across my cheeks. I remember squeezing her hands tightly like I would on a sweet juicy orange, trying to relish as much of it as possible. I remember looking right into her eyes, appreciating the love that she had shown me and in return loving my sister more. I remember reaching across to put my hands around her neck — but you see, I shouldn’t have done that. I got lost in the surreality of my our accomplishment that I forgot about the one little detail that should have had me at my toes. Had I not so desperately tried to tune it all out, I wouldn’t have completely disregarded how narrow that ridge had been – how unbelievably hairlike the line between life and death was.

I did lose my balance but I made sure Ruth stayed standing, living. I was fast enough to give her an unfaltering push onto safe grounds when I realized what was happening. As luck would have it, the event seemed to take place in slow motion which gave me enough time to think and realize that every thing happening and yet to happen was as a result of chance. I hadn’t been sure I would fall over the roof to the ground and have my body shattered like a fumbled bowl of overripe tomatoes but I had promised as I shoved Ruth that I would make it in time to save myself before the dilatory period was over. I knew it might or might not happen.

I let myself believe it didn’t matter as I staggered in utter apprehension to regain my balance. I let myself believe that the goal had always been to save Ruth, and it had been accomplished. The last thing I heard was her screeching bawl and my thin outcry. What must have followed when I drifted into complete oblivion were the cries of the hundreds of people that met my body as it landed on the rocky granite with a loud earth-shaking thud.

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And there you have it!
Please the writer has requested for feedbacks on the story so do endeavour to leave comments letting her know what you liked (and didn’t like maybe?).
Hope you all have a great weekend!
Jana!

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First Kills


Dionysus says hello.
Sit back and enjoy!

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I never knew I could go through with it.
There she was, coming out of a grocery store. Her red hair screamed that she was on the prowl, looking for a man to court her. I made my move and introduced myself.
She smiled.
Up close, she looked so innocent, so pure. She said her name was Jenny. I felt ashamed at what I was planning to do and all voices in my head told me to let go but I found myself carrying her groceries to her car. I don’t know whether it was my charm or my dashing good looks or maybe she was desperate for company but she offered me a ride.
I told her I lived just down the street.
My heart started to race as I sat in the passenger’s seat of her car contemplating my next move. Conflicting thoughts spiraled around my head. I looked at her and she was talking excitedly about something. I was nodding my head in approval but I couldn’t hear a word she said, my mind focussed on killing her. There was a small metal rod tucked underneath my shirt. I planned to use it to knock her unconscious.
It was dark so I brought it out slowly while she kept talking. I hit her on the head with the metal but it didn’t knock her out. She screamed and stepped on the accelerator hard. The car swerved crazily, before we crashed into a tree.
I managed to escape with a few cuts and bruises on my skin but Jenny’s face got impaled by a long piece of broken glass from the car windshield.
It was night time so I made my escape before anyone could see me. Although I didn’t kill her, I was responsible for her death.
A part of me felt pleased and another part felt disgusted by what I did.
In time, I’d be able to rationalise these feelings.
“Do you plead guilty to the murder of Jennifer Connelly?”
“I do”

SECOND KILL

It’d been about 9 months since that incident with Jenny. The police smelled alcohol on her breath and blamed the accident on reckless driving. Nothing mattered to me anymore than that night. I couldn’t focus on anything else. I felt powerful, stupid, confused. I felt something. Its been long since i actually felt anything. I knew I had to do it again, this time, a lot more carefully.
I saw my next victim in a bar. She was drinking alone, again, waiting for a man to court her. She wasn’t as pretty as Jenny but it didn’t matter.
I wasn’t planning on sleeping with her even though I was seducing her. I told her that I had some old movies in my apartment. She seemed interested so we got a cab and went over to my house.
As soon as we entered, she wasted no time and kissed my lips.
I pushed her away gently to signify present disinterest. I got us a bottle of wine and poured it into two seperate glasses.
We toasted and we drank.
She passed out.
I had spiked her drink with a heavy dose of rohypnol beforehand.
I went to the kitchen and got a knife. Leaning over her, I pressed it in slowly into her belly and watched as her flesh swallowed the sharp metal.
Blood began to pool on the couch so I left the knife in her belly and carrid her to the bathroom.
I pulled the knife out from her belly and the blood gushed out.
Her eyes were open wide although she was unconscious.
It was as if her body was fighting death, the same way a beheaded animal runs around and twitches before it drops head.
I waited for her to stop bleeding, her skin turning pale white as all the blood escaped her lifeless body. I carried her corpse and buried it in my backyard. Compared to the first, this was a little bit refreshing.
I killed her with my own hands and I felt no conflict within.
I felt good.
Am I a psychopath to feel good taking someone’s life? Hmmmm

“Adriana Smith’s corpse was found buried in your backyard. Do you know anyhing about this? “
“I killed her. You guys already know what I did so why do you keep asking the same questions?”

THIRD KILL

She was a law student in a library.
She looked a little too uptight, too serious like she needed to loosen up. I told her that i’d commit a crime if I was sure she’d be my lawyer. She smiled. The veneer of hardness she wore on her face quickly disappeared and she was like a baby. It was like she was just looking for someone to play with her and not take her too seriously.
She said her name was Tori.
I told her I could read her palms. She was fascinated.
I guessed her star sign and got it right.
It was Aquarius.
I told her I could figure out who she was by looking at her handwriting. She was so excited to be with me. We talk about abstract things before I saw the look in her eye like she wanted me to shut up.
I kissed her.
I took her by the wrist and led her to a secluded place in the library. We made out.
I had sex with her standing. It was uncomfortable but still cool.
On our way back to her dorm room, I pushed her into the bushes.
Again, It was night.
I pressed her face firmly into the grass with both hands. She tried to breathe but she couldn’t. I suffocated her with the lawn. I left the school premises, never to return.

SIXTH KILL

I was getting good at this.
I started adding a little artistic touch to my kills. My next victim was Patricia. She was a DJ at a nightclub. How easy it is to pickup women who work, especially in night clubs. I compliment edher on her choice of music even though I wasn’t listening.
She smiled.
I told her the music was too loud at the club and we should go outside. She agreed.
I said nothing, holding her close and drawing her into me. Her breath started to warm my upper lip. I smelled hemp on her breath. I wasted no time to kiss her. I then whispered into her ear that I had some old records I wanted her to listen to at my apartment. We got a cab and we made sweet love on arrival. We never spoke of the records.
We were both tired after sex and we slept.
The next morning was when I was planning my kill. I had already thought it through and it was playing out like a video game. I planned to meet a girl, seduce her, sleep with her and then kill her in my shower.
SHe asked me where the bathroom was, I showed her. She walked naked to the bathroom. I heard the sound of the shower. I quickly ran to the closet to bring out the rope I was planning to use to strangle her. I took off my clothes and entered the shower with her.
She smiled. I rubbed some soap on my palm and used it to massage her shoulders.
As she was washing the soap off her face, I strangled her from behind with the rope.
She gasped, her hands slapping my face trying to break my tight hold on her neck. She finally stops breathing.
I felt aroused, powerful.
I always wanted to try this.
While still holding her neck tightly with the rope, I got hard and inserted my member into her lifeless body from behind.
I ejaculated into her before I released the rope from her neck and she dropped to the bathroom floor, the shower still on.

THIRTEENTH

I met her at the shopping mall. She was gorgeous. It was like I was staring at sunshine. I told her I’m from Europe and was only staying the weekend. I got her number. she said her name was Stephanie. It was a Friday. I invited her to my apartment the next day. She was hesitant at first but I persuaded her. She came and we watched Grey’s Anatomy. I tried to kiss her but she pushed me away. She dropped her glass of wine and said she was going.
I was planning on having sex with her but things didn’t go as expected. I dashed to the door and locked it. She started to scream but I immediately ran and knocked her out with my fist.
I soon realised I didn’t just knock her out, her neck snapped as she hit the floor. I felt sad cause I wanted to have a little fun before I killed her. I opened her shirt to expose her perfect breasts.I sucked at them, squeezed them, pleasuring myself till I ejaculated on her pale pink nipples. I chopped her up into little pieces before dumping her in the river

NINETEENTH KILL

That last one was feisty. She almost escaped and I had to kill her and the witness that saw her. This one had to be stress free. I needed a tranquilizer. My next victim was a stripper. She was giving me a lap dance and I injected her neck with the tranquilizer. I had become much more creative and my kills usually had an artistic bent to them. This one, I was trying to prove how unaware people really were. She sat down on me, asleep. Everyone thought she was still giving me the dance. I unzipped my trousers and pulled her panties to the side as I put my member in. I swayes her from side to side like she was still giving me the dance.
I came inside her.
I placed my hands slowly on her neck and strangled her.
She stopped breathing.
I zipped up my trouser, raised her up from my lap and put her on the chair where I sat.
I walked out of the strip club and no one noticed. I wasn’t so lucky this time.
SHe was on the news and the strip club had a camera.
They saw me. My face was on the news. This is probably my last entry in this diary.

“My Patrick Bateman, You were found guilty for the murder of 26 innocent women. You seemed to enjoy doing it, even documenting it”

“I did. I fucking enjoyed it. If I didn’t get caught, I would have continued”

“Your crimes are despicable, inhumane and barbaric. There’s no mercy for you Mr Bateman. You are sentenced to death by hanging”

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Crazy as usual from Dionysus!!

Have a lovely day!!!

Alice


Captaining today’s ship would be Dionysus.
Good luck.
You’d need it.

ALICE

Do you ever feel like a part of you is missing? A second part that seems to hold more power, more control, more grace, more drive?
It’s like you are the passive part and this other part is the Active one…
Alice felt this way all her life. Scientific folks would have called it a trauma caused by her mother’s death in a car accident when her car was smashed by a speeding truck. The driver was not drunk or inebriated in any way.
Spiritual folks would call it an affliction, like some wrong doing must have led to this.
Nihilistic folks would rationalise it as one of those random inexplicable acts just like the daily lives of humanity.
Alice lost her dark essence at a very young age. Molested by her father, she always knew she felt pain but she couldn’t understand why. Slowly, she developed a subconscious belief that life is pain; I deserve to be hurt especially by loved ones.
She felt like if she did something to assert her presence to reality, she would be an interference to the superior humans in front of her. She repressed her dark side until she completely lost it, a slave to the nice girl role.
Alice was always the polite one and the more polite she was, the more the seniors hated her, the more her classmates made fun of her, the more she withdrew into herself
Always consumed by her tragic past, she became distracted from reality most of the time, never able to pay attention to the mundane things her fellow humans talked about. She started to grow a certain disdain for them so as to keep them away from her, lost in dreaming of her past pain.
The feeling that there was no one she could confide me in consumed her. She started to listen to the voices inside of her head and she became addicted to the sotto voco of her inner voice. The voices kept telling her the same things till she became prisoner to them. Like a junkie, she was addicted to hearing them speak and she wanted more.
Alice started to unravel taboos in her mind; she decided she needed something more stimulating to arouse her.
The darkness slowly spewed into her soul.
She finally accepted that she could never leave her painful past behind because her past was what defined who she was. She also accepted that anyone who obstructed her thoughts was her mortal enemy. She subconsciously put them in the ‘Sheep’ category in her mind, never willing or able to pay attention to anything that comes out of their mouth.
Alice used to be picked on in school until she wore her oddity on her sleeve. She used to be the kid everyone made fun of and now she was the kid everyone feared. She knew she’d never be ‘one of the guys’ no matter how hard she tried and all it took was for her to stop trying. Alice always needed her ‘thought fix’ and she used it to deflect any other thoughts that didn’t come from her own head. She felt as if the shallow minds around her harmed her own thoughts.
The darkness had risen and she had more understanding of things as they really were. She mentally played back her childhood days and how her father fondled and used her. She made the thoughts darker in her mind and she saw her small self sucking her father’s penis after which he came semen and blood on her face. She also played in her mind, him fucking her young self doggy style, ripping her hymen apart and sliding in and out with his huge cock and blood dripping from her vagina. She had learned this trick. She always exaggerated everything that happened in her mind. She had stopped running away from painful memories and started trying to see how much pain the memory could actually inflict on her.
Alice also played back the memory of her dead mother. She imagined the truck ramming into her car with tiny shards of glass piercing into her flesh after which the truck climbed on top of the car and crushed her to death. She also imagined the sympathizers to be big black men and they pulled her out the car, ripped her bloody clothes off and gang-raped her lifeless corpse.
Alice mind was consumed by one single thought and that was paying back her father. She had planned so many scenarios in her mind and one day, she finally took action. As her father came home, she stood behind the door and slammed the back of his head with a baseball bat. He was knocked unconscious.
When he woke up, he was bound in a room with no clothes on. He also saw his teenage daughter standing in front of him. She had a little pubic hair and her mammary glands were not very developed
“You like what you see daddy”
A rope with thorns was tied to his penis and if he were aroused, it would pierce into his dick and cause him to bleed.
Alice started rubbing her breasts, smiling coyly and unable to help himself, her father started getting hard. He screamed as the thorns pierced through the shaft of his penis. Alice licked her two fingers and stuck it into herself, moaning like a pornographic actress sehad studied weeks ago.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgghhhhhhh!!!
He was erect and bleeding profusely. She knelt before him and began sucking the blood that dripped. He got harder as she kept sucking it, lips slathered with blood and saliva.
“You like that daddy”
Alice then turned her back and took her father into her, the thorns still wrapped around his member. They both screamed in agony and pleasure as the thorns gripped her father’s penis tighter and ripped apart the insides of her vagina.
When she was done, she put them out of their misery.
By the time neighbours came around, they saw Alice and her dad lying dead in a pool of congealed blood.
The life is gone, another one begins to be ended in due time…
The cycle continues…
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I warned you. LOL
Hope you have a great weekend!
See you on Monday!

Stakes


Hey!
Dionysus is here to take us all on a ride.
Sit tight!
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STAKES

Tell me what it means to die, for I cannot tell if I am alive. The wind glides through the hair on my skin and massages my pores.
The streets are never quiet; vehicles always screaming at the top of their lungs.
I smell the litter of waste and I taste the numbness of my soul. I got my last cash and I’m going in for a gamble.
Life is all about choices …or is it?
Is life not better if there was no such thing as having to choose? In between the alternatives, I see no light, no breath of fresh air.
Both paths ultimately lead to my misery
I change my last cash to coins and I am ready for my last encounter with ‘Chance’.
I see 3 slot machines right in front of me. Written on the first one..‘FAME WITH PAIN’..
Written on the second one.. ‘ALONE WITH PLEASURE’..
Written on the third one.. ‘PERFECTLY MEDIOCRE’..
I look at the 3 options and a plethora of thoughts flood my head. I look at the coins in my hand and not only do I have to make this difficult decision, I also have to gamble. This means that even after I choose to follow 1 out of these 3 fucked up choices, I am not still sure of getting there.
I insert a chip into ‘FAME WITH PAIN’.. I pull the lever and the apparatus in the machine starts to roll.
The first one shows a bag of money, the second one shows legs and red high heels, the third one shows a skull with two bones underneath..
5 coins left.. I insert another coin inside FAME WITH PAIN, Yacht/ Yacht / Cuban Cigar..
4 coins left.. I tell myself maybe FAME WITH PAIN isn’t for me or is it? What if I had more coins and kept playing? I used to have a lot more coins before but I gambled and lost it all. What if I just focused all my coins on 1 machine instead? Would I have gotten it? I guess I will never know
I insert a coin into ALONE WITH PLEASURE.. The apparatus rolls and the first thing that comes up is a Book. The second thing that shows is XXX. The third thing that shows is Drugs.
3 coins left… Damn.. I try again with ALONE WITH PLEASURE.. Facebook / Headphones / Food
I’m running out of coins and I’m getting anxious.
I wasn’t this anxious and restless when I had 6 coins.
I feel uneasy and tense, like karma is against me.
I feel I should take my last 2 coins and fade away into oblivion but again, that voice keeps telling me, “THis is the One, This is the One”..
PERFECTLY MEDIOCRE is the last machine I am left with and another voice tells me “Do I really want this”.
Still another voice tells me “If you don’t try, you can never win”.
Why should I try to be something less than the nothing that I am?
Fuck it..
*Inserts Coin into PERFECTLY MEDIOCRE*
Office / Marriage / School
*Inserts Last Coin into PERFECTLY MEDIOCRE*
Golf / Golf / Television
NO! I’m out of coins!.. I don’t fit into FAME WITH PAIN, neither do I fit in to ALONE WITH PLEASURE OR PERFECTLY MEDIOCRE.. I’m lost, an outcast, ostracized..
 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!..
But wait…. I look at the casino and then a sudden flash of truth hits me right in the middle of my forehead; An epiphany!
I see the slot machines standing on the Casino floor. I see other people gambling. I see them smiling even though I cannot hear what they are saying. I am alone, no one notices me.
I see all these things and they exist in this big nothingness inside the casino. The people are there because of the big nothing that surrounds the place.
I am nothing therefore I am bigger than something.
I live underground and like a thief, I come out only when I need something from society. When I’m done, I go back underground, to my state of nothingness.
I smash the 3 slot machines with my fist and everybody pauses to offer me ‘the stare’.
Ever done something bad and then people stand still and look at you without blinking? What is the aim of that?
Am I meant to feel threatened by your glance?
I zip down and start peeing on the slot machines and they start to look away as if in shame before security comes to throw me out.
As I sit on the floor outside the casino, I realise something very profound. All those people who saw me break the slot machines and pee on them, what do you think they’d talk about when they leave the casino?
I stimulate their boring lives.
I’d be that ‘crazy guy that peed on the floor’ and they would all label me crazy but deep down inside, covered under layers and layers of repression, they all wished they were as free as me to do what I just did.
I am not free but they think I am.
I ain’t crazy but they think I am.
I am a slave.
I am a slave to nothing.
They are a slave to something.
Nothing holds me captive and whatever I do, I feel the need to retreat back to nothing.
I am indebted to nothing like Stockholm syndrome.
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Interesting read for me.
Now a question. If you ad to choose between Fame/Pain, Alone/Pleasure and Perfectly Mediocre, what would you go for and why?
Let’s here it!
And a big thank you to Dionysus as always!

We’d be back on Friday with a story from yours truly, ME!
He He He.

Visions


Hey guys!
Decided to be more regular with stories and poetry (and the rest) SO HELP ME GOD!
Today, we’d be having a new guest poet who decided to share his work with me for which I am grateful as they’re extremely good!
@Bayo_Adesanya!

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VISIONS

Visions

Roving, drifting

Wondering with the mind,

Seeing.

What do I see?

Oh, just a man, well past his prime,

Realizing his past errors,

Roads he could have taken, should have taken

But didn’t.

The enormity hits him like thunder and lightning,

Lightning and thunder…

First the illumination,

Then the bone-jarring realization

That he alone is to blame.

To accept this is his salvation

To reject it…

Seeing.

What do I see?

A man,

Worked hard all his life,

Educatedandallthat,

But has he gained what he dreamt of,

Worked for?

Etched in the lines upon his brow

The harshness of the passing years.

He could not have pictured this future,

His future…

Hard work, perseverance and honesty

The three cornerstones of his life.

He must be the only one left still building

With these three.

Everyone else has changed.

Society rests strongly on selfish supports,

One for one and all for none.

There is no longer good or bad,

Black or white, wrong or right.

Just like day and night

Not two different times but a continuum.

One slowly giving birth to the other,

Both merging into one….

Right is wrong and wrong is right.

He cannot accept this

And herein lies his poverty,

The root of his despair.

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Loved the first time I read it. Still love it!
I hope it gets you thinking like it had me do.
Do share your thoughts aNd show some love!

Once again, a big thank you to Mr. B and I do hope you’d write more! 😛

On unrelated events, a big congratulations to the Super Eagles of Nigeria for winning the African Cup of Nations.
Proudly Nigerian, in sickness and in health till my British Passport do us part!

Tee Hee!

When The Raisins Ate Nothing


Hey all!!
How are we enjoying our Mondays?
Monsieur Joshua is saving me today from my dry spell with this interesting piece!
Enjoy!

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When The Raisins Ate Nothing

 

Intolerant eyes seep through the cracks in the door;

Reiterating our thoughts in a million microdots.

Broken Bubbled Blisterine screams.

Juga juga juga, that is the story we will tell.

The telling of stories is an alternative,

To sitting back and watching the synapomorphy of our taxomine scars,

((Together; in the balance or under it))

I hang and cling to my dear Cecilia,the dearest of all.

Her smile like a panting old whale and an empty soup can.

Who are I? The pimple who left here with no shoes.

Weevil bites Ah-weigh da coN-Struck-shun Of Our sa-lu-bri-us dreams.

Made to see all that we are through ah-foh-rest-ay-shuns of duh-bul bah-rell-ed egos.

Hungry.

I lost my footing, but you remain unstressed in our iambic pentameter,

Cecilia.

This is not a love song, yet

but it will be.

Patience,my dear.

This is a cluck cluck duck – an Uh-peh-ray-ting fan-tom.

Orphaned peat on prophane date.

I like how our hopes wobble like a wheelers and wail out of uncomfortable conversations.

No, I will bear no compromise.

Devised a deracinated demon in the drawer of our throats so we would say the words we wanted to hear ,in slow, apple,

Bram-tuckling, ram-buckling noose-fitting, Cran-crafitng doses.

Lance after lance we dance into the gas chamber of our immaculate whispers.

Drawing in every primordial urge with cryogenically infused antlers.

Gregorian chanters,the sound of metal plate kissing metal plate.

Slashing mental slate into mental slate.

Roaming the the wild borders of our mental state,

Alas,we find the lips on which our menta sate.

I find that you were easy to love when you were broken and silent.

But now you are manumitted by the mutations of your manubrium,

And your hips sway to the zinggraaaa in other men’s eyes.

Oh foul spirit.

How can I wrest you from your foolish conceit?.

I freeze your diencephalon

until you think nothing.

I feel you die in my watery arms,

And I lay you beside harrowing daffodils,

That sing you that ugly song you never wanted to hear again.

The weevils bite away my thin veneer and I lay dead beside you.

The color of sky and a multitude of powdered babies,

This death is an epoch that kills every other one under its weight

Our glorious synapses;

Dis is da home-O-low-jus Kro-mo-some that will stand to evince our every meiotic prophase,

This is indefinitely a love song.

 

– JSL.

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*Dreamy sigh*

Back to earth!
Do not think I have abandoned writing people, I have not.
I shall soon be bringing you some stories I’ve been working and have worked on (once I’m done doing my shoddy editing. Really, I stink as an editor!:'( )

Drop your comments!!
Tee Hee!

Day 31- Tartarus


Hello!!!
So glad to be saying that today would be the last day of the 31 day challenge!! Yaaay! ^_^
And of course, the last day of the year 2012. Yay. -_-

Today, I have a lovely piece custom-made requested from @VokePella and provided by Monsieur @Griffinstreaks!
Totally enjoyed reading it, and hope you do!

TARTARUS

Darkness.
It is all that can be said of this gloomy place, in sight and in mind. It is all you will know dwelling here  yet, our punishment has not been served; we simply wait for the appointed time. To imagine our Creator and Father prepared a place much worse than Tartarus is the only frightening pronouncement that shakes any of us, all 200 of us.

Our sin? One of the most abominable of them all; we lay with women, born of man and they bore us children.

The Nephilims, a creation most forbidden; Father sent 40 days of rain down upon all the Earth to wipe them off the land. It succeeded in cornering a few, in drowning a few but some still survived, some still exist. In that we all take pride, that our new lineage (for our former brothers have disowned and disavowed us) will continue till the end of the age of man.

My anger is eternal, to my Father, to my distanced brothers and most especially, to Man, for his favours are many, obtaining preference over my kind. In subtle and quiet ways we have funnelled messages and plans to our children on earth, shown them and coached them in the best ways to conceal themselves, to mislead man, to assure his destruction will coincide with ours. We are well aware of our fate, that forgiveness cannot be sought at the foot of My Father; my kind is not permitted that, but man is.

Uriel, my former commander never shows himself.  The last I saw of him was 70 centuries ago- if my counting is precise- in his splendour  He had come to inspect our prisons and chains. We all saw what we once were in the appearance of his radiance- resplendent and divinely blinding in all the glory Father had bestowed upon him- compared to what we are now; blackened skin, featherless wings and a gust of hate, anger and destruction swirling around us. Our voices are coarse with bitterness and the vilest of words; voices which once were instruments of sweet praise and adoration to Father.

The Tartaruchi, the worst of Uriel’s kind, the keepers of this dark prison remind us of our impending doom; they look forward to our imminent end, rebuking us for falling so easily for the lust of the flesh but they will never understand how these beauties our Father created can barely be resisted; woman.
Daughters of Eve; so sensual and giving, dotting and devoted. I once tried explaining to their leader Temeluchus, a most feared creature, even viler than I ever was during the time of the wars. His features momentarily softened as I told him of the joys and pleasures promised in the bosom of a woman; it did not last long; he scorned me and rebuked me openly, flaying my side with his great sword.

There are periods when I sense the hate amongst my kind, my own brothers, creatures I once led into both battle and damnation. One dared look me in the eye long enough for me to perceive his thoughts. I tore him to shreds before his brothers, wing from bone flesh from skull, as a lesson to those who easily forget that like me, they chose this fate, not ignorant of the consequences.

Till the Day of Judgement, my children work tirelessly to ensure damnation is not solely apportioned upon me and my brothers alone. Man shall join us in the Rivers of Fire and Torture or whatever Father sees fit to condemn us to. For every one of us Watchers, hundreds of millions shall be made to taste the bitterness of a dark eternity. This much of my word I have given to my brothers and it will never be empty, even within these confines of darkness and ashes.

As I sit here looking into the dark, perceiving and sensing my brothers as they continually grow restless, I sense a coming finality. It has never been so strong before. The time is surely near, the Tartaruchi have doubled their postings around Tartarus and they are now adorned with ceremonial armour.

“Brothers, the promise I made to you on our last day of glory is upon us, our Day of Judgment draws near, imminently closer, and so does that of Man…”

I say these words like never before, filled with hate and anger so great, I leap to the highest point of our prison and raise a familiar battle cry. My brothers shout with me “..did I not promise you all this small consolation?! Have I not given it?!”

Even in defeat, I can sense the satisfaction in their spirits, our wounds shall never be healed until that most insignificant creature dwells in the same place my Father sends us to.
It shall be so, I swear it.
I am pulled from my thoughts as I hear a mighty trumpet, then another and another, by the time the seventh one goes off, my brothers above it all chant my name.
The feeling of pride and glory return, for it has been ages since my name was called; Samyaza! Samyaza! Samyaza!

 

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Am I the only one that had little shivers of pleasure at the end? Yes? (   ._.)
A big thank you to Griffinstreaks for this!
I’d drop a book recommendation, if you love tales of the Nephilims and Watches. Well, three books.
The Grigori Trilogy by Storm Constantine. (Stalking Tender Prey, Stealing Sacred Fire and Scenting Hallowed Blood)
You would love it! Promise!

The perfect way to end a perfect run!!
Thank you to all the contributors:  Dionysus, Taryhel, Coolprinceee, The Anonymous guys, Aina (iamosegun), Samson, (Nosmass_Efx) and Griffin sama!!
A special shout-out to Ms Mae Gregory for following every post and her Time Capsule post that gave me the idea for Sakura Blooms.
Another special shout-out to Voke Pella for hooking me up with this swanky post to end the year!

And the most special of shout-outs, to everyone who read our chatterin and nattering, sensible or not!

2013 would be a good year for us all and we’d all live to grumle about me doing a 31day challenge come Decemer, 2013
😀

Oh and this is a big, big hug to everyone who made my 2012 special.

And an even more special Phantom Page shout-out to my Edwin!!!
Thank you for organising the blog and taking over from me when I ran away!
God bless you! I’ve always got your back!

Preying Mantis, don’t think i’ve forgotten you. Evil pest, you! :* 😉

That’s all folks!

TEE. HEE! 😀


This would be our Day 28 post by @nosmass_efx. Lol. Totally forgot about that because of an anime was watching.
Gomenasai!
Do take time to go through his blog!
Arigatou!!

thenosmasseffect

What are we? Who are we?
Who are we to judge like they do?
Who gave us that authority?
We were told to show compassion
Love
Peace
Kindness
Empathy

But We act like them.
We wear white thinking that makes Us pure.
Makes us better.
We think We are special.
We judge as they do.
We judge by sight.
He taught us better.

Who were We before We knew Him?
Do We even know Him?
We claim We do but I don’t see Him in Us.
We judge.
We stand on a high place.
We believe We are better.
But Our pride is a blindfold.
It puts on a veil of “purity”
But beyond that veil is filth.
Decadent minds
Pride filled hearts which rot away
The filthy stench of brimstone
The foolishness of a proud people
And that foolishness…
It will be Our undoing

We are the Hypocrites.
The…

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Day 27 – Sorrow, Reflections


We are almost at the end of the month!
Today, a first-timer on Phantom Pages would be taking the onerous task of entertaining us today.
@iamosegun, over to you!

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SORROW

Sorrow makes us wear

Hope is what brought us here

Fear keeps us here

Reason shows us where

Faith takes us near

Belief brings us there

God is everywhere

REFLECTIONS

 I have sold my rights

I sold them a penny apiece

I have lost the light

I lost it while looking for peace

This is where I am

The place I never longed to be

My tears have broken the Dam

This is not what I was meant to see

I guess I always had it coming

After all the things I have done

The bridges of my past are still burning

Doused with pride, set ablaze in Rage and a temper that’s worn.

No time to regret the past

That time will never come

I pray it’ll all be forgotten fast,

O dear bright future, here I come.

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Amen to forgotten pasts and bright futures!
Thanks, @iamosegun for these pieces. I purposely put Sorrow first because it seemed like a beginning and Reflection seemed a good end. Do keep on havin flashes of inspiration and you’re always welcome here!
Enough famzing for today,

SEE YOU TOMORROW!

Day 25- Santa Claws


Dionysus decided to take you guys on today!
Hehehe!

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SANTA CLAWS

Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!
What will you like Santa to add to your wishlist?
I come bearing gifts for both the young and the old.
All I ask in return is your pound of flesh by the mould.

Santa Claws, sharper than Krueger Freddy,
I take what I want whenever I’m ready.
Kids scream in pure ecstacy,
As my fingers pierce through their soft belly.

Ladies shed tears of joy as my claws massage their fanny.
Blood dripping, I seem to be making them horny.
I want a car for christmas, he stood there wishing.
My claws were the key and his flesh was the ignition.

Ho Ho Ho!, I am Santa Claws!
I live and abide by only one law.
If you have a wish, Santa Claws would deliver.
But just remember to drop your liver,
Kidneys, toes, eyes will do.
Heart, intestines, kneecaps too

What you ask, you shall receive,
Along with your inevitable bereave.
Ho Ho Ho, I am Santa Claws!
I ride no elves, but you see me crusing a Porsche.
My stomach is bloated from drinking too much liquor.
I dyed my beard white cause young girls like em older.

Underneath my red suit are a pair of guns.
To get a titty flash from one of them uptight nuns.
I am Santa Claws and I aint no folklore.
‘Ho Ho Ho’ and my big belly are what I use to lure.

Girls, boys, men, women are fascinated.
Camouflaged as I rip their flesh and the blood painted.
Walls, floors, tables and ceilings,
I give birth to the new untainted phoenix.
Death gives life and the unborn is born.
I give something new as their flesh is ripped and torn.

I am Santa Claws and December 25th is when I make my Hitlist.
Give me a call and I’d give you a visit
Ho Ho Ho!
Merry Christmas!

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Frankly, Dionysus is crazy! LOL.
Do enjoy your festivities. Drink responsibly and be safe.
Bless!

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